It's been nearly one month since I woke up and found out, quite by accident, that I wasn't going to work due to Covid-19. I'd woken up at my usual time of day, grabbed my phone in my desire to procrastinate actually standing up, and randomly logged onto social media. There it was: an announcement that due to parental concerns, the school was closing, but just for the day. Within 3 days, school was closed for the next month. Shortly after that, the governor closed all schools in the state for the rest of the school year, though they are required to provide for some sort of continuity of learning.
It's a strange thing to be suddenly a work-at-home teacher. For one thing, I miss and worry about my students - "my kids," as I call them. I don't know that they'll do their best work in an online situation. It's different and it's a stressful time. Though I know they might surprise me; they have before!
It's also just hard to stay focused on work. There's a child running around, the knowledge that my husband is running around after her with his mind preoccupied by our precarious finances, and just the fact that my mentality is different at home. It's hard to focus when there's about a billion other things I want or need to do. I've gotten done the things I've had to, but it's been a bit rough.
The nice thing has been the actual being at home during a stressful time. My husband and I have time to talk. I have time to read. I don't sit in traffic so long. We've planted roses. My family washed cars. I can be sluggish about chores, because there's no rush. We're here all the time. I'd certainly like to be more productive, but I also feel like it's okay to be kind to myself, because everyone is feeling a bit out of it.
The one thing I would like to do is write a bit more, and journal, so here we go (again).
